A veteran vegetarian in the comestible world.

July 30, 2007

What You Missed at the Market

As expected, it took the whole week for me to feel better from having sliced my fingertip a week ago Friday. By Saturday I was feeling well enough to head out for some produce and conversation at the market.

I'm still favoring the finger - I've become quite adept at typing nine-fingered - but there was a moment when I handed Michele at KMK the Fay Elberta peaches I was buying for her to weigh, and between her hands and my hands and the fruit, the digit got pinched a little bit. She said, "Ooh, I can see that still hurts."

The Fay Elberta peaches, by the way - I eat a lot of stone fruit, but this, another older variety, is a keeper. They're very tender and easily injured (like the aforementioned finger), so you want to choose them carefully. I only took a few, knowing that Chimp would pass them up for the unfuzzy nectarines and plums.

Once I ate one, I was perfectly happy to be able to keep the remaining ones for myself.
I was standing over the sink that afternoon, and after I bit into the peach, lifting it and my chin up so as not to lose any of its copious juice, I thought to myself, "It is good to live in a world where there are Fay Elberta peaches."

I was so deep in my reverie that a few bites in I somewhat lost track of myself, until Chimp said facetiously, "Uh, could you make those noises outside, please?"

"Probably no better of an idea. I'd scare the neighbors."

Figs are back; Fig Fest is right around the corner now - see that little purple flyer in the corner of the image? It's Saturday, August 11 - a great party, and the day before my birthday, no less. Will you be there?